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Pink is the Tuscan sunset. PinkAre the Vietnamese monk patesBobbing under Piero’s True Cross.Pink is plenty, pink is joy.
By Beverly Acha
The Practice of Looking Deeply
By Tina Chang
Up ahead it’s white. Snow animal,I’m running at your back. I’ve failed to tell youI’ve been hungry all this time, to tell you